Page 49 of Drown in You

At least for tonight.

This is what I get for hooking up with a stranger at my father’s wedding. Of course he would be unhinged. And of course, despite my better judgment, I would be into it.

I head for the stairwell and slowly climb the steps, exhausted. My bed sounds so good right now. The slickness hasn’t disappeared from between my legs—if anything, the chase and anticipation only made it worse—but I don’t have the energy for an orgasm tonight. I’ve got early morning classes tomorrow, and I have a bad feeling if I slip that vibrator down my shorts again, I won’t be able to stop fantasizing about Luke being the one between my legs.

When I finally reach the top of the stairs, I grab the door handle.

But when I start to pull it open, a huge hand slams it shut.

I gasp as someone grabs me and pins me to the wall, my escape just out of reach.

Luke looms over me in his mask, hands gripping my hips in an unshakable hold.

My breath catches in my lungs as every muscle in my body stills.

He tips his forehead against mine, stormy gray eyes glazed with lust through the hollows of his mask. “I told you what would happen if I caught you.”

Before I can react, he presses his mask against my neck, his hot breath hitting my skin through the small cluster of holes. With his body, he keeps me glued to the wall, one hand gripping my hip and the other drifting down my shorts.

I writhe and push at his chest, trying to escape him, but he warned me what would happen if I failed to hide from him.

This can’t be happening. Not with him. We can’t get caught. We can’t do this?—

His warm finger slips over my pussy before parting me, dipping in just enough to drag my arousal up to my clit.

A whimper escapes my lips at the sharp contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Beg me to make you come,” he murmurs.

I shake my head. I won’t beg him for that. I won’t let him make me. I’ll stave off the orgasm, push it down so he doesn’t get the satisfaction he craves. “No.”

“We’ll be in this stairwell all night.”

“Your finger will fall off before you make me come.”

Even though I can’t see his face, I can hear his wicked grin. “If you don’t come in five minutes, you can go back to your dorm. If you do, you’ll stay in my room.”

I hesitate. This bet isn’t fair. I’m already horny as hell, and we’re both well aware of the effect he has on me. “No, you need to get off me. This is wrong, Luke.”

“It isn’t wrong and you know it,” he growls. “We’re meant to be, Sienna.”

I freeze. How can he think that when we barely know each other? One night of mind-blowing sex can’t be enough to convince him we’re soulmates.

“Either I make you come in five minutes, or I take you back to my room right now.” His low threat is clear. He’s not budging. I can either let my stepbrother finger me in the stairwell, or I can let him hold me hostage in his room. “Do we have a deal, Sienna?”

I hate the way he says my name. So low and alluring and perfect.

We shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t let my stepbrother finger-bang me in public, but it’s clear I don’t have much of a choice.

Besides, I can suppress an orgasm for five minutes. “Deal.”

I can’t believe the word actually left my mouth. I’m literally making a deal with the Devil.

“That’s my good girl.” He’s not allowed to say shit like that. That wasn’t part of the deal. That has to be against the rules. Against the rules of this new, fucked-up game we’re playing.

His finger travels down before slowly sinking into me. I bite back the groan at the delicious stretch. His breath hits my neck before he moans. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I’ve missed being inside you.”

My heart skips, thighs clenching around his hand as the ache builds between my legs. No. I won’t come. I won’t let him make me. “I haven’t missed it.”

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